Mina slowly sat up and took a few small sips with her cherry lips.
"It's so bitter!(＞人＜;)," Mina smacked her lips and said.
"This medicine is a bit bitter, but the effect is very good," Carla smiled slightly.
"It's medicine compounded by Dr. Yeager, isn't it? The medicine he makes is always the bitterest," Mina spoke up.
Hearing that, Carla's gaze immediately dimmed, and she did not reply.
Seeing this, Historia hurriedly changed the subject and said:
"Mina, recover well! Everyone is still waiting for you to go back."
"Okay, Historia, help me say thanks to Chen Si and Armin," Mina nodded and said.
"Mm! Rest assured," Historia nodded.
"Historia! Someone outside is looking for you," just then, Kirstein walked in, nodded toward Mina, and then looked at Historia to say.
"I'll be right there," Historia turned her head and replied.
Taking a step forward, Sasha saw that Mina had woken up, her mouth split into a wide grin, and she threw herself directly toward Mina's bedside.
"Mina! Do you have any idea how many delicious things Aunt Carla has cooked recently? You've been passed out these past few days, what a pity, I'm telling you..." Sasha rambled on and on about food.
Carla covered her mouth and chuckled secretly off to the side.
Having stepped out of the room, Historia looked at Kirstein and asked:
"Kirstein, who is looking for me?"
"Oh, it's a guy named Patrick. How strange, this guy was kicked out of the military camp a long time ago, and I have no idea what he wants with you," Kirstein was full of disdain toward Patrick.
Historia batted her large eyes, raised a slender finger to her lips, her mouth slightly parted as if recalling something.
Kirstein beside her was momentarily entranced.
Historia! If that nasty bastard says anything disrespectful to you, I'll help you teach him a lesson.
Damn it, I heard he's a noble. Could he be harboring delusions of laying a hand on my goddess?
Abominable, I will never let him succeed!
Everyone discussed animatedly, all full of dissatisfaction and malice toward Patrick-this fellow who had once spouted arrogant nonsense, throwing his weight around as a noble and offending everyone everywhere, had long since exhausted everyone's good impressions.
"Who! Who is making my goddess frown?" At that moment, with a "bang," Mina's bedroom door was slammed open by Sasha, her eyes blazing like fire, her teeth grinding continuously like a jagged saw.
Seeing the crowd suddenly seething with indignation, Historia hurriedly waved her hands and said:
"We were all classmates before, don't be like this. Let me go, Kirstein."
Kirstein nodded. Although his personality was also sharp, he knew who he was dealing with, and he decided in his heart that if Historia were to be given a hard time, he would definitely help her sort out that nasty bastard.
"I'm going too!" Sasha hurriedly raised her hand, her gaze incomparably resolute.
"I'm going too!"
"I want to go too!"
"Protect the goddess!"
The entire membership of the Goddess Mutual Aid Society followed in a massive, surging crowd behind Historia.
This was an "organization" spontaneously formed by people who had received help from Historia back in the Training Corps. Because Historia was empathetic and eager to help others, almost the majority of people had received her aid.
Upholding Historia's philosophy, whenever Historia wanted to help someone, this group would swarm over and treat that person with presidential-level luxury; yet if anyone ever offended Historia, they would instantly transform into gang thugs to teach that person a lesson.
Although no one had ever actually offended Historia-or rather, Historia's angelic personality meant even all those thorns and delinquent youths had received her help, turning those very same thorns into the most loyal backbone of the Goddess Mutual Aid Society today.
Historia had initially refused, as she didn't want everyone to put her on too high of a pedestal, but under the strong devotion of the crowd, she had reluctantly agreed to serve as the "president."
If she were in Chen Si's past life, it would probably be similar to a fan club, with the only difference being that the "Goddess Mutual Aid Society" had both males and females, and the idol they fawned over was one of positive energy.
Following Kirstein, Historia arrived before a somewhat disheveled and haggard figure.
"Hey, you're Patrick that guy's lackey, right? Where is he? Didn't you say you wanted to see Historia?" Kirstein curled his lip, glanced at this battered and bedraggled figure, looked all around, and spoke up.
"I... I am Patrick..." Patrick's voice sounded somewhat aged and exhausted.
"Nani? You're that lofty earl's son?" Sasha said in disbelief, rubbing her eyes.
"It's me," Patrick gave a bitter laugh and said.
"Hahahaha, you have your days too, huh?" Kirstein mercilessly taunted.
A wave of snickering also broke out all around.
"Everyone, don't be like this. Student Patrick must have run into some kind of hardship," Historia furrowed her brows and said gently.
"Damn it, I actually made the goddess frown, I deserve a thousand deaths!" One of the Goddess Mutual Aid Society's core members stopped laughing immediately after mocking, clutching his chest with a heartbroken expression.
"That's right, you failed the goddess! I only mocked him in my heart, I held it in, I didn't fail the goddess!" Another thorn-like male member of the Goddess Mutual Aid Society spoke up.
"Are these guys really in my same cohort? Truly disgraceful," Kirstein muttered softly, covering his face.
"Student Patrick, what business do you have with me? I will definitely help you!" Historia had already prepared her medical kit and bandages.
To everyone's dropped jaws, Patrick dropped to his knees right in front of everyone with a "thud."
"Historia, I'm sorry! I repent for my past mistakes, but I really need your help!" Patrick cried bitterly with snot and tears streaming down his face, shouting at the top of his lungs. This loss of dignity stood in stark contrast to his once-lofty arrogance.
Seeing this, the crowd put away their mocking expressions and turned solemn. They never expected that Patrick, the utterly malicious duke's son who had relied on backdoor connections, would actually kneel.
"Student Patrick, don't be like this. Talk properly, I won't ignore you." Historia was utterly shocked for a moment, and she hurriedly tried to pull Patrick up, but finding that she couldn't budge him, she turned a helpless, seeking gaze toward Kirstein and Sasha.
"Hey, you nasty bastard, where's your dignity as a man? Get up right now." Kirstein hauled him up in one tug, his tone softening somewhat. He also wanted to know what kind of matter could reduce the unruly earl's son to this state.
Patrick's face was covered in stubble, his long hair obscuring both eyes in a completely disheveled mess, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, making him look as if he were hooked on drugs.
Patrick suddenly raised his head, and upon seeing this, everyone gasped. What on earth had he been through?
"My parents... and everyone in my father's estate, were tortured and murdered by an organization called the Girl's Strap," Patrick said tremblingly, his hoarse voice carrying boundless hatred.
"Girl's Strap?" Kirstein and Sasha said in unison.
Hearing this, Historia's cheeks flushed slightly.